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The Empire is wounded. Its war machine is starving. Its ranks are being bled dry. After the Battle of Yavin, Emperor Palpatine orders an expedition into the Unknown Regions to search for raw materials in order to make up for the loss of the Death Star. When the planet Earth is discovered, the capture of its valuable resources becomes a top priority. The only problem? Earth's people won't go down without a fight. *Star Wars was created by George Lucas and is owned by Disney (not me lol)*

Canva isn't working for me rn so we're stuck w this bland ass cover- this is basically updates from KATSEYE members or just about KATSEYE

stars first have to burn to be noticed.

Kina Akumbom has mastered the high-stakes world of investment banking by leaving nothing to chance until the man who once controlled her orbit reappears across the negotiating table. Arrey is brilliant, charismatic, and a reminder of the woman Kina was before she built her own empire. But as a disciplined connection with the deliberate Michael Kenfack forms in the quiet moments between deals, Kina realizes the past isn't just a memory; it's a reckoning. Now, she must decide if she will negotiate her heart one last time or finally stop playing by everyone else's rules.

As Chloe struggles to understand her new reality, unknown forces begin to stir in the shadows, and an ancient power awakens, bringing with it secrets that could change everything. Yet, in the midst of this looming storm, she turns the key to a small café on the corner-its warm lights spilling into the night. Meanwhile, her friends begin uncovering mysteries of their own, each discovery pulling them deeper into a world far stranger than they imagined also dealing with other strange things. Together, they must navigate the unknown, even as the lines between truth, myth, and destiny begin to blur. ∙∙·▫▫ᵒᴼᵒ▫ₒₒ▫ᵒᴼ ℙ.𝕊. ᴼᵒ▫ₒₒ▫ᵒᴼᵒ▫▫·∙∙ ᵀʰⁱˢ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿˢᵖⁱʳᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᴬᶻᵗᵉᶜ ᶜᵘˡᵗᵘʳᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵃʳᵏˢ ᵐʸ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵃᵗᵗᵉᵐᵖᵗ ᵃᵗ ʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ. ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵐᵃʸ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ᵐⁱˢᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ˡˡ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖᵃᵗⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ ᵗʰᵉ ʲᵒᵘʳⁿᵉʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵐᵉ. I'll do my best to make this story stand out from others. It will include Spanish, a few Nahuatl expressions, and some French, each with translations provided for your convenience. 🔥Contains elements of fear and some violence. ᴺᵉʷ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉᵈ. ᴺᵉʷ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉᵈ. ᴼᵗʰᵉʳ ᵉˡᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵘⁿᶠᵒˡᵈ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔, but I am intrigued writing about Paris. From here on, the remaining chapters will unfold entirely through dialogues.

by ilexuv

In an age when maps can conquer more than armies, Elena Valenti learns to draw the world in secret. Born in sixteenth-century Venice to the royal cartographer of the Portuguese crown, she grows up among compasses and parchment - tools that decide the fates of nations. But Elena's gift is more dangerous than her father ever imagined: she alters the maps that feed empires, hiding villages, sacred sites, and entire peoples from the greedy eyes of kings. When her deception is exposed, Elena's world collapses. Her father is executed for treason, imperial fleets are dispatched to hunt her down, and the cartographers she once idolized become her fiercest enemies. Armed with nothing but ink, stolen charts, and a secret atlas written in codes no conqueror can read, she flees across oceans - pursued by soldiers, spies, and rival mapmakers who would kill for the knowledge she carries. From the markets of Lisbon to the gold-dusted cities of West Africa, from the palaces of Mughal India to the misty peaks of the Andes, Elena's journey becomes more than a flight for survival. It is a mission to rewrite the world itself. Along the way, she forges unlikely alliances - a priestess who encodes landscapes into song, a ronin who reads the sea like scripture, a rebel princess who believes maps are prisons. Each teaches her a truth the empires fear: that land does not belong to those who claim it, but to those who remember it. Sweeping from Renaissance Europe to the uncharted edges of the known world, The Mapmaker's Daughter is a story of courage and betrayal, ink and blood, and a young woman who turns cartography into rebellion. It is about how maps do more than chart the world - they define it - and how one woman dares to redraw its lines.

Everyone in the village knows their names-Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke-the trio whispered about in classrooms, watched on training fields, and judged long before they ever had a chance to speak. To most, they are predictable: the loud outcast, the quiet prodigy, the last Uchiha. But beneath their familiar faces lies a truth the village pretends not to see. Naruto being in the world of ninja it doesn't want it seems. Sakura walks with a calm smile, hiding the shadow of a teacher whose experiments left marks no one can see. And Sasuke, haunted by a clan erased for reasons far darker than rebellion, feels something ancient stirring in his blood. Three students, three stories rewritten by lies-and the village has no idea how close its carefully built peace is to unraveling. In a place full of shinobi shenanigans and secrets, their lives are about to rewrite the Leaf's history forever. I'll do my best to make this story stand out from the rest. This is my third fanfiction, and I'm still learning-still growing-but I'm having fun, and that's what matters most. This story will explore new ideas and take familiar characters in different directions. New characters will be introduced. New places will be explored. New elements will unfold along the way. There will be similarities to the original series, but this universe will be its own thing-shaped by mystery, emotion, and a few twists you won't expect. 🔥 This story contains elements of fear and some violence. Nothing extreme, but enough to give the world a darker edge. There is no romance between three of them ! Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy this journey as much as I enjoy creating it.

I'm using this as like a practice thing and writing abt random stuff that comes up in my mind at the time or stories (if you want you can recommend a topic for me to cover/write abt)

Bookshops are full these days of tales of a rich celebrity who travels across a mysteriously far away country in search of a spiritual awakening, or a historian's speculation of life 300 years ago in an ancient civilization that they can in no way know for sure is true. Whilst these accounts are fascinating, and provide, at times, beautiful insight into the worlds many miles away from where you currently sit, I always find its better to hear it from those who actually live it. To make you that little yellow man on google earth. To show you Our World by those who know it best.....you and me.

"The stars." "What about them?" he asked, raising a perfect eyebrow, stepping closer. I took a step back with every step he took forward. "They're watching over us." He seemed to think about my words before speaking. "Over us? Or you think they're watching over you." "I know they're watching over us." My back hit the railing as he stood less than a foot away from me. His lips parted, releasing a puff of smoke into my face. The smell made me feel sick, but I didn't show it. "Mon cœur, no one is watching over us. It's just a fragment of your little imagination," he said bitterly, a cold look passing over his face. He dropped his cigarette, snuffing it out with his shoe. "No," I breathed, shaking my head, "the stars will always watch over us." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - *SLOWBURN* Isla Fischer, an 18 year old fresh out of high school and ready for life's adventures. With a hunger for risk and an obsession with camera's, Isla heads to France where her childhood ends, and her adulthood begins. Linette, the quiet girl from Italy who hopes to see the world, and prove her parents wrong. Saskia the stunning but "dumb blonde" Greek girl who hopes to spark love. The two join Isla on a journey that will take them around the world. Maybe even picking up some boys along the way ;). Isla's spontaneous personality and love for adventure earn her a reputation at the summer camp. The party doesn't start till Isla Fischer arrives. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Elliot Hernandez - the boy everyone whispers about, but never talks to. His passion for photography pushing him through forward as he struggles to navigate the adult life. His best friends Mathieu and Yann are the only ones who talk to him. Rumors say, he does drugs, smokes, and works for the Italian mafia - Linette thinks otherwise. Warning: some mentions of anxiety

Both gifted and cursed, A girl who was the first. They call her a serpent, born of pain, Death and power fill her veins. She flees the path they carved in fear, Escaping hands that chain her here. She dares to dream of something true, A meadow where she can start anew. She runs to live-not just survive. An angry storm begins to rise. As snow begins to fall, A calico appears in her path, unafraid at all. It does not flinch, it does not part, But sees the serpent beneath the dark. The calico guides her a way through the night, The fragile girl follows the light. Then sudden steps are heard, a breath, a calm A man appears with open arms. A serpent, coiled in fear and hate, Meets searching eyes that changes fate. He comes closer, not afraid of the hissing snares. He's not afraid of the venom she bears. Instead, he looks within to find who she's been, The girl beneath the scaled skin.

Season 2 plunges deeper into the shadows of control, sacrifice, and irreversible change. After uncovering the existence of the Contact Point and the machine buried beneath the mountain, Antonio and his allies find themselves in a race against time to stop Halberg's Phase Two-a protocol designed not to destroy the world, but to reshape it. As the machine awakens, reality itself begins to fracture. Time destabilizes. Space bends. And the line between salvation and annihilation disappears. What begins as a mission to sabotage an impossible system becomes a psychological war between two men who believe they are saving humanity in different ways. Halberg does not see himself as the villain. He sees himself as evolution's architect. Antonio must decide how far he is willing to go to stop him. As alliances break, sacrifices are made, and the mountain collapses around them, the machine partially activates-triggering global consequences no one fully understands. Phase Two ends. But something else has already begun. Season 2 delivers high-stakes confrontation, emotional loss, and a devastating climax that changes the world forever-setting the stage for an even darker and larger conflict in Season 3.

In a town where rumors move faster than the wind, an ensemble of strangers finds their lives tangled in ways none of them can explain. Urban legends spread through Amaruqucha like wildfire, but none burn hotter than the mystery of a boy who vanished without a trace. His disappearance has become the city's newest obsession-fuel for late‑night whispers, anonymous posts, and the rise of dangerous figures lurking beneath the surface. Amid this growing tension, Xochitl, a young traveler from Mexico, arrives in Peru seeking a new beginning. She expects noise, color, and culture-but not the feeling that the town is watching her back. While Sisa, a local resident whose life is bound to secrets she cannot yet name. Secrets tied to the land, to the shadows, and maybe even to the missing boy. Their worlds should have remained separate. Yet Amaruqucha has a way of pulling people together, weaving their paths into a single, tightening thread. As supernatural rumors collide with gang conflicts and hidden agendas, the town becomes a maze of shifting truths. With every step they take, the mystery deepens. With every rumor, the danger grows. And with every passing day, the line between legend and reality fades. In Amaruqucha, nothing is coincidence. And once you're part of the story, there's no way out. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪʟᴇʀ "ᴀᴘᴜᴋᴜɴᴀᴘᴀ ᴋᴜᴛɪᴍᴜʏɴɪɴ-ᴀ Qᴜᴇᴄʜᴜᴀ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ "ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅꜱ", ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ. ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴠɪꜱɪᴏɴ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ ᴛᴏ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍʏꜱᴛᴇʀɪᴇꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜ

PSALM FOR A DEAD BABY by Monarch When a forgotten ritual is unearthed beneath the ruins of an abandoned chapel, no one expects it to work. The ceremony was meant to heal a dying child. Instead, it creates something else. Years later, a painting surfaces-an image of an infant with eyes too knowing, cheeks too pale, smiling and crying at the same time. The canvas cannot be burned. It cannot be torn. It cannot be erased. Each attempt to destroy it only restores it-whole, mended, closer to smiling fully. And then the miracles begin. The blind see. The deaf hear. The crippled walk. Across continents, hymns return to empty churches. Children hum a lullaby no one remembers teaching them. Governments dismiss it as hysteria-until the healed begin to die, their faces frozen in the same grotesque serenity as the child in the portrait. As the image spreads through screens, murals, tattoos, and whispered devotion, the world divides between believers and those who fear they have not witnessed a miracle-but a birth. A rational art historian and a spiritually fractured former priest find themselves drawn together by recurring dreams of the same infant beneath the soil. Distant, distrustful, bound by dread, they race to uncover the origin of the ritual before faith itself becomes a contagion. What they discover is worse than possession. The child was never chosen by a god. Humanity made one. And now the world is singing to it. Slow-burning, bleak, and profoundly unsettling, Psalm for a Dead Baby is a psychological descent into belief, devotion, and the terrifying cost of miracles. Because some prayers do not ascend. They answer.

On March 17th, 2020, the region I live in was placed under 'shelter-in-place' laws, basically telling us we're not allowed to leave the house except for grocery shopping. I've decided to keep a journal. I don't care if anyone reads this, I just want to put it out there. Hope it isn't too depressing.

after being found and put into dream academy her life changed. but when she saw megan, her life changed completely. KATSEYE'S SEVENTH MEMBER. megan skiendiel x freya muller (oc) number 1 in #girlgroup number 1 in #globalgroup number 1 in #global number 1 in #germany

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When a totalitarian regime tears her world apart, Mía, a pregnant woman, flees across the ocean in a shipping container-alone, desperate, and hunted. But when a brutal storm separates her from the refugee convoy, she is left stranded in the vast, merciless sea with nothing but steel walls and the baby growing inside her. After surviving a harrowing birth at sea, Mía must find the strength to protect her newborn daughter against starvation, isolation, and the wild unknown. This is a story of unimaginable survival. A mother's love. And what it means to keep hope alive when you are truly... Nowhere.